The Eidolon's Conquest Page 8

  Rand wanted to curl up somewhere until his fear and nausea went away. His feet forced him to the shower instead. He had too much to get done to mope.

  He replayed their conversation in his mind during his flight to the camp. He realized Deandred wasn't accusing him of anything; he was speaking about what Gizmoidon had done last night. His master's computer overlord hated him. Why? It felt like jealousy. The computer asshole had hundreds of Eidolons but had made Deandred his High Lord. Deandred must have been special to him for some reason.

  Could Deandred love Gizmoidon?

  The thought made him shudder with revulsion. He focused on piloting the cruiser.

  Halfway through the day Rand finally got decent toilets installed.

  "Let's turn the water on," he said to one of the andromedas.

  "The connection to the central water supply was closed off. All water for the camp will be diverted from the water tower, which must be filled by Delphi."

  Rand became incredulous. "Did anyone tell Delphi they need to bring water with them tomorrow?"

  "We do not have authorization for direct contact with the enemy."

  "Don't give me that shit. I got an inspection tomorrow and if there's no water in this place my fucking general is going to refuse to send any prisoners here."

  "All contact with the enemy must be conducted by the High Lord."

  Rand looked at his dry toilets with wide eyes. "Well—call him then."

  "The High Lord is not reachable."

  "What the fuck? We've got this razor thin timetable to keep and this is a big fucking problem. No water no prisoners, no prisoners no truce, no truce no trade."

  An orb drifted down. Rand nearly leapt out of his skin. The andromedas backed away as the orb floated toward his face. Rand craned his head away from it. It bumped his cheek. He walked backwards until he was pinned against the concrete wall. The whirring orb now hovered in place an inch from his face.

  Rand waited with his heart racing. He didn't look into its camera eye. The thing said not to speak to it, so he didn't.

  "Fix this, human."

  It was the same electronic voice as before, but without the ear-shattering volume.

  "Yes, sir," Rand said, while reverting into soldier mode. "How, sir?"

  "Use the communicator in the cruiser to call Delphi."

  "Yes, sir."

  It kept him pinned half a minute more. Rand stayed frozen in place, with his eyes averted from the camera hole. Finally, the orb backed away and then lifted to its customary vantage.

  Rand wiped the sweat off his temples and speed-walked to the cruiser to obey.

  By dusk he had done all he could, and left the rest to the night shift of robots. Water was coming (according to the Sergeant General he reached). Power was on. Heating and cooling systems were tested and functional. The mess hall was ready to be messed. There were probably a million small things that needed to be addressed, but that's what robots were for. Rand headed home.

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  He found Deandred seated in the atrium with his tablet. The black sky was visible through the wall of windows beside him. Rand admired his master as he approached. He thought of their first day together, when Deandred had collared him in that same place. Back then he'd seen Deandred as a fearsome super-humanoid, with dark evil eyes, and a cold exterior that made the hair on the back of his neck prick up. Now his master had become warm. His beautiful lips curled up easily into the approving smiles that made his core melt. He was elegant perfection in his black suit, authoritative without being overbearing, and with sexy rock star hair flowing to his shoulders. If it wasn't for his eyes he could have been a magazine model, posed with a furniture set, holding the tablet as a prop. His long legs were crossed and his cloak was draped over the seat beneath him. Rand gave a winsome sigh. He felt privileged to be owned by such a magnificent king.

  Deandred's glistening dark eyes lifted toward him when he approached. Then he glanced down at the sleek coffee table. Draped across it was a black suit similar to Deandred's except for prominent silver piping. Rand looked at it with his brows pinched.

  "What's this, Master?"

  "Tomorrow you will meet with the Delphi officers for the camp's inspection. You may wear this instead of your customary outfit."

  Rand drew an astonished breath. He dropped into a seat and felt the fine fabric. "Master—thank you. That's fantastic. It's so nice of you."

  Deandred winked at him. Rand smiled.

  "They will be arriving at 0700 hours tomorrow, Rand. You're to meet them at the camp. Handle everything. I want nothing to prevent the delivery of the prisoners day after tomorrow."

  Rand wet his lips. "What if we fail the inspection?"

  Deandred's eyes narrowed. "You need to impress upon your Master General that he does not have the option to fail the camp. He may make requests for egregious problems to be addressed, but I will not tolerate a failed inspection. If he attempts to be unreasonable, to stall so as to drag out the process, I will end the truce."

  Rand felt a thud in his chest. He nodded slowly.

  "Don't let him think that because he's dealing with you that he might have some leeway. You work for me. Not him."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Return home with an approval tomorrow, Rand. Nothing less will do."

  "I'll take care of it."

  The ire broke from Deandred's expression. "I know that you will."

  He set aside his tablet and patted a spot on his knee. Rand obediently perched on his lap. His master enveloped him in one large arm and brought their faces close. He tickled his fingertip over one of Rand's nipples.

  "Now tell me, my pet, did you finish all your work today?"

  His nipple grew fat and rigid. The dopamine effect Rand had come to love from the nipple play was now coursing all through his flesh.

  "Yes, Master. Everything should be ready by tomorrow morning. The robots are finishing all the last bits." He paused to wince. "All the big stuff is working."

  Deandred switched to his other nipple. "You're home earlier than I expected. We have time to play."

  He winced again. "I'm hungry, Master."

  "I'm horny, my pet."

  "Even after all that yesterday? I'm still recovering."

  "Are you being evasive, my little cherub?"

  Rand pouted. "Hungry. Tired. Ass is sore. Plus my cock is still worn out. Give it another day. It will stand up real pretty for you tomorrow night."

  "Evasive slaves get punished, my sweet plum."

  Rand reached down to grope Deandred's crotch. "How about you just let me suck your cock, Master? I've been begging you to let me and you're being such a selfish prick about it."

  Deandred pinched his nipple hard.

  His face scrunched. "Ow." He found the shape of Deandred's shaft and crushed his hand up and down against it.

  Deandred released his nipple. Rand's face relaxed.

  His master fumed. "You are such a brazen little wretch. If we were in my dungeon I could give you the punishment such impertinence deserves."

  He kept rubbing. His master's cock shifted beneath his hand. "Put it on the invoice for tomorrow night. It's not like you ever let me get away with anything."

  Deandred smiled with one side of his mouth. "Hmph."

  "Your slave is hungry, Master." His voice turned deep and husky. "Why don't you let him swallow some cum?"

  Deandred's eyes widened with a fierce glimmer. He pulled Rand into a fervent kiss. Rand clung to him with his free arm. They licked their tongues hotly together, their jaws moving sensually. Just when Rand felt overcome by the melty heat in his middle, Deandred parted his legs and dumped him on the floor. He climbed to his knees and tore open the buckles of his master's pants. His fat cock fell out before his face. Rand attached his mouth to it.

  He sucked on the cap while battering it with his tongue. His hand came up to jack the rest of his length. Deandred leaned back an
d allowed him to work for only a few moments.

  "Wow," his master said coolly. "You're terrible."

  Rand popped his mouth off to glower at him. "Excuse me?" His technique had been sound. What did his master expect from him?

  Deandred laughed through his nostrils. "I'm amused, Rand. Continue."

  Ass.

  He took his cock back into his mouth. This time he absorbed four inches and sucked until his cheeks hollowed. He bobbed his head back and forth while continuing to jack the remainder of his length. The sloppy noises of his mouth were the only sounds for several minutes.

  "I should come in a few hours at this rate."

  Motherfucker! It's not my fault your daddy's orb rape desensitized you.

  Deandred cradled the back of Rand's head with both his hands. "Open your mouth wide."

  Rand obeyed. His master pushed the full length of his cock down his throat. Rand gagged, but then managed to suck.

  "That's it."

  He held him tight and fucked his face. Rand coughed and gagged between every thrust. He sucked as much as he could between his gags.

  "That's it." Deandred's voice grew guttural. "Yes."

  The arousal he could hear stirred his own cock. He moved his head to meet his thrusts.

  "Yes...urgh...good Rand." He pounded his cock into his gullet. "Mph..."

  Fuck yes...come for me.

  Deandred pulled out until just his cap was in his mouth. A hot gush of sperm washed over Rand's tongue. He swallowed and sucked hard enough to make his face red.

  "Urgh...good boy...umph!"

  More salty emissions filled his mouth. He swallowed diligently, but a thread still spilled down his chin.

  Deandred shuddered and released his head. His cock pulled free. Rand grasped it and licked hard against the slit, getting a final taste.

  His master smiled down at him. Rand met his eyes. His own cock had poked out of the top of his pants.

  Deandred collected the sperm from his chin and had Rand lick it off his finger.

  "You are an obedient little slave, after all. I take back calling you a wretch."

  Rand gave his cock another kiss. "Thank you, Master."

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  After dinner, when both were settled down to sleep, Deandred rolled to the edge of his bed to look down at Rand. His eyes were shimmering.

  "Tomorrow I will train you to enjoy a measured dose of scintillating pain."

  Goosebumps rose over his flesh from the description. He swallowed. "You beat me pretty rough last time, Master."

  "Agreed. This time it's a beating for pleasure, not punishment."

  "But...getting tortured..."

  "Mild torture."

  That again. "How mild?"

  "I'm trying to compel you to tell me. Where's the boundary for you between satiety and suffering?"

  "We could use a safe word."

  Deandred smiled. "No. You would never say it no matter how badly I hurt you. You're too eager to please me."

  That's true.

  "Okay." He wet his lips. "Then, no bruising, no bleeding, no toilet stuff, no sticking anything up my wang, and no making me scream."

  Deandred fluttered his dense eyelashes while still smiling. "How naïve you are to present such a short list to me."

  Rand let out a puff of air. "I said I trust you, Master."

  His gaze grew tender. "You mean it, and I believe you. Even though you know what I mean to do to you. You make me cherish you more and more." He edged out of sight.

  Thank you, Master.

  Rand woke up early and left while Deandred was still sleeping. Shortly after dawn, Delphi's caravan appeared on the road to the camp, escorted by a robot-manned Eidolon ship. An armored car was at the head, with three water trucks following. One of Rand's andromeda robots met the water trucks in a cart. It led them away to the tower. The car continued on to drive through the open gate of the camp. Rand exited his cruiser. The Eidolon escort ship landed a short distance in the yard behind him.

  Master General Sidmory and Brigadier Hern came out of the car, along with two infantry soldiers. Rand walked over to him with his other andromeda robot.

  "Morning," Rand said.

  Sidmory looked him up and down. "Holy fucking shit. What the Hell are you doing here?"

  "You gave me to the High Lord, remember?"

  "He has you running errands? Did you fly that cruiser here?"

  "Yep."

  Sidmory exchanged an incredulous look with Hern. "Well, for fuck's sake." He slapped Rand on the shoulder. "You look great. Evil, in that damned Eidolon suit, but look at you. I thought you'd be chained up in a cellar somewhere."

  "You were right about me being evil, General. I'm on their side now."

  Sidmory's brow rose.

  "I'm here to serve to my Master's interests."

  "'Master'?" Hern said.

  "His master, Gizmoidon, is keeping tabs on us through those orbs." He pointed to the nearest ones. "So watch what the fuck you say."

  Sidmory glanced at the orbs and shrugged. "Well, fuck it. I don't care if you are brainwashed. You're a lot better off than I thought you'd be. And if you're good the other comfort slaves have a chance too."

  Rand led them into the camp.

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  Four hours later he was flying back home while tooting a happy song through puckered lips.

  The orb riding with him floated to the passenger seat. Rand tensed.

  "Are you truly on our side, human?"

  His mouth grew dry. "Yes, sir."

  "We shall see."

  Rand continued steering the ship uncomfortably. It lingered beside him a few moments more, and then drifted away.

  He blinked. What the fuck? Was he inadvertently winning over the computer asshole?

  Rand saw Deandred's main cruiser in the hangar when he parked. There was a spring in his step as he entered the house. His beautiful master stood waiting for him in the great room.

  "I thought I heard the ship. You're back early."

  Rand neared him with a smile. "It's done, Master. Everything's approved. The prisoners arrive tomorrow."

  Deandred coursed a tingle-inducing hand through his hair while returning his grin. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Open your shirt."

  Rand quickly unbuttoned the black tunic and opened it to expose both eager nipples. Deandred reached into his pocket and produced two silver clamps with a shimmering chain between them. The cold metal was attached to his most tender flesh. Rand lurched on his tiptoes. His sensitive nubs were seized by ecstatic throbs.

  Deandred drew him forward using the chain. "Come."

  Rand gasped as the clamps tugged his aching nipples on both sides. "Fsst! We're going to...we're doing that now?"

  "I've wanted you in my dungeon since the day I placed my collar on you. Now I'll finally get to revel in my conquest. I won't wait another second."

  Rand bit his bottom lip. "Yes, Master." His cock began to stir. There was a twinge of fear in his exhilaration, one measured by the trust he had in Deandred. He kept up as best he was able, trying to gain some slack for his snagged nipples.

  Conquer me, Master.

  Deandred led him down a broad staircase ending in a small area covered by lush wine-colored carpet. Shortly in front of them was a black metal door with a barred window—like the door of a castle dungeon.

  Deandred released his nipple chain. "Here's where you get naked."

  Rand pulled off his shirt at once. "Yes, Master."

  He shed the suit his master had gifted him and folded it neatly on the bottom step. Deandred removed his cloak and hung it on a hook. He surprised Rand by taking off his tunic and pants also. His master now only wore tight black shorts that articulated his bulge. He gave Rand a sultry grin, then traced his finger down the valley between his pectorals, causing Rand a sensuous shiver.

  "Le
t's enjoy ourselves."

  "It seems like for you, enjoying it has to involve dominating me."

  "It's a delicious form of conquest."

  "And that's...that's your programming? Something you-know-who put in your head?"

  Deandred continued smiling. "That was his first modification to the Eidolons. It's as strong an urge as thirst to me. I ache to conquer your flesh. The fact that you willingly come to my dungeon just makes it sweeter. A conquest upon a conquest. You are satisfying a potent need—becoming sustenance for me."

  Rand nodded slowly. You were so good at making me want to be your little bitch. "Is that the only thing you-know-who programmed you with?"

  Deandred laughed softly. "No. He also gave me the imperative to be obedient. To him and only him. So I do know both sides of the equation, Rand. I surrender to my master just as you surrender to me."

  This caused Rand's chest to tighten. He had to wonder how far Deandred's loyalty went to the monstrous computer. If it was as total as Rand's devotion to Deandred, then he had to learn to accept his master's master. Destroying it was a much better prospect to him.

  Deandred took something from a jewelry box on a small corner table. It looked like a satin loop. He tickled it down Rand's chest, over his abdomen, and down to his naked crotch. Deandred used it to lasso both Rand's testicles. The loop tightened at the base, causing his pinioned balls to darken in color. Rand winced through his nostrils.

  "That will prevent you from having an orgasm before I wish it. You must beg to be allowed to climax."

  Rand pulled his lips into his mouth to wet them. "Yes, Master."

  Deandred opened the dungeon door. "Shall we?"

  He led Rand into a large dim room with deep red fabric walls and carpeting. The only lighting was wine colored candles spread out along the walls on silver filigree sconces. There was rigging hanging from the ceiling where a body could be bound and suspended, as well as an x-shaped brace with leather cuffs. Several smaller stations were spread out where a body could be bent over and restrained. Deandred's tools were arranged neatly on pegs along the side wall. Rand saw whips and paddles of various styles and sizes. Beneath these was a wooden chest that could house many more implements.

  A cherry red robot Rand hadn't seen before rolled forward toward them on nimble casters. One of its tubular arms ended in a squeeze bottle of lubricant; the other was a large metal pincher.